| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/16/2009 9:56:30 PM | WeAre1, that is an AMAZING poem. I LOVE it! Thank you for flingin your paint in here....
thank you thank you!
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/16/2009 9:57:07 PM | Rosie my lil love chop....thank you too! I love your writes and they alllllllways make me smile!! Love you girl!
~Beth | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/16/2009 10:07:35 PM | A smattering of history
Places where sounds
And views collide
Imagery placed on hold
In nights such as these.
Sweltering lovers hearts
Move in ghostly patterns
Over moonlit paths
Placed there by fate.
Strewn to fires
War torn and weeping
Lying amidst falling embers
Of the fallout
Sinking in the deep...
...blue....
.......sea.....
~Blue~ | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/17/2009 10:41:11 AM | Squeezing out the last
Drops of goodness
Where good things lay
Reflecting in ponds
Secrets hold tight
Never revealing
A heart only meant
to beat for your life
Twinkling eyes
Say everything
Or nothing
To the masses
who want to know
Gently drums beat
While that goodness falls
Exposing the closed off,
Walled in, blackened hole
Existing--
Since your absence.
~Blue | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 12:39:16 AM | Strings played on the mandolin
Accompany her while singing
The song of her life.
Belting out music written
For a muse so far away
Pretentious hymns compete
In the way back
Barely heard by the masses
A sound muffled by
A legion of angels
Purity in lyrical motion
~Blue | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 4:44:55 AM | Ten thousands watch while we sit all alone;
watching with us while we wait for the phone.
Silent, though screaming, cheering us on;
hope always gleaming though we think it's all gone.
Thousands on thousands watch us through our days
invisible all, but they see all our ways.
No sense in hiding the things that we are;
the spirits abiding guide us from afar.
Once when beside us, one gives us a nudge;
once when inside us, rebukes for a grudge,
ten thousand watch while we watch all alone,
ten thousand cheer when we pick up the phone.
-inspired by "A legion of angels" nice write there. | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 5:20:47 AM | Be still mine heart,
harken to
the sound of blue,
that horizon and sea
may pleasure thee,
and thy sense of love
be complete. | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 9:16:33 AM | today my soul shall fly
earth is amazing from the sky
in the sea I will swim free
with all creatures in this liquid eternity
on land I'll walk and stop to talk
with strangers that might be in the dark
ever so lovingly I'll see they are me
for today my soul will remember our unity | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 9:28:00 AM | We.....
I loved the line
"I'll walk and stop to talk
with strangers that might be in the dark
ever so lovingly I'll see they are me"
Really, really, really nice line. Thanks for coming in...
Mancake... YOU are amazing, thank you for droppin' off some love here.... | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 9:28:43 AM | | Nothin'..... thanks for bringin' somethin' here in my little place in the pond. LOVE the write.... | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 9:38:33 AM | Very welcome, thanks for the note.
So I'm off to find music in this life without sound
off to find touch in a daze;
off to make art in my own way, profound
trying to see through the haze.
Steel wrapped posts stretch the wire to tune
the amplifier cooks on the stage
the fretboard calls like an old Scottish rune
it's magic sometimes, all the rage.
I talk to the drums and the rhythm guitar
I walk in the sound of their choice
following whispers I hear from afar
loving the sound of their voice.
- Hopefully the music is good tonight, never any real complaints...but there's something in the air when it's there.
Thanks again for the note, glad you enjoyed the read. Best wishes! | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/18/2009 6:51:22 PM | What part
is the truest
part
of me?
Laid down here
in black and white
is my soul
born for you
it's me
uncut
squirming
in butterflied knots
breaking free
from the hidden
sins seeking
shelter from you
the truest part
of my life.
~Blue | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/19/2009 5:55:24 AM | Did I hear
the sound of blue,
playfully dance around my ear?
tickling my senses
with her bubbly laughter?
how sweet her whispers,
how gentle her soul,
I closed my eyes
and drank her scent,
inhaling her aura,
encapsulating us both
in the field of dreams,
where we romped
like children,
deep in the clover
of summer's love,
hand in hand
we made memories,
in a scrapbook
of innocence. | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/19/2009 11:34:58 AM | I saw that whole write Mancake....I love it.
~Blue | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/19/2009 11:41:31 AM | Plunging innocence
From depths beyond
reach
greatness formed
by gods made of clay
stuttering tales
in fairy like settings
pleading ignorance
in dark hallways
crashing into light
moments like these
'round every corner
at war with sanity
where insanity
is winning
succumb to greatness
draw swords like your fathers
Embrace like your mothers
Dream like children
Smile innocently
and be...
~Beth | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/19/2009 12:56:54 PM | mmmmm...such lovely visions^^^^^
love the writing B.  | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/20/2009 4:51:59 PM | | And I love yours..... you da bombdabomb baby! :) | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/20/2009 10:03:55 PM | Slashed up insides
In grief stricken
memory
a time where
smiles were easily
Found and handed
out like candy
Climbing from
out of the
what ifs and
If onlys
Seeing what colors
other than red
bloom in meadows
Feeding the good
Starving the bad
Sometimes feeding either
seems inappropriate
The shadows don't outweigh
Sunshine and reflections on
Glass from the present
For this time is the greatest time
Watching them grow before me
Time slipping by
Edging out the sting
of grief stricken memories
Blotting up the mess left on elbows
And hearts
Wiping up the tears
Remaining who you always knew
I was
Becoming who I never thought I could.
~Beth | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/21/2009 4:40:03 AM | Powerful write Beth!
Trying to read that, and finish my first coffee of the day...I love the way you express life and living. Your words paint pictures with ease.
thank you Beth! | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/21/2009 5:17:10 AM | In her passing,
even the blind man
lines the street for a glimpse,
at least, for a chance to imagine
her beauty!
but as time wore on,
and the bugles fell silent,
she still walked among them
wishing for a glimpse
of what she had missed! | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/21/2009 4:36:16 PM | | Wow Dale.... talk about paint and canvass! That was awesome. :) I love ya to pieces yanno!! | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/21/2009 4:47:10 PM | He told me not to get used to it.
I realized I was living that way
Accepting my life of lost loves
And broken dreams--
Getting used to it.
Well I cried and thought of all
of life's regrets
Staring at a screen where he would write
Giving me life advice
I wasn't used to it.
My life was changed that night
He'd no idea what his words would mean
Searing through me like a hot knife blade
Getting through to the pain deep inside
Calling my bluff on the poker face I wear
For all who know me less.
He blessed my life that night
Just by saying...
"Don't get used to it".
~Beth | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/22/2009 4:15:34 AM | he asked me
'what do you want?'
i was stunned
always thinking
what i don't want
he encouraged me
to become
my possibilities
if that is
what i want | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/22/2009 7:50:51 PM | out of the blue
can feel the ocean
so powerful
washing ashore
receeding further
out to sea
taking me
showing me
incredible beauty
fear brings me home
depositing me here
but tomorrow I'll be out there again
inspiration on the waves of the ocean | |
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| Sounds of Blue...
Posted: 2/22/2009 8:11:47 PM | | Lovely ladies always beautiful....both of you. | |
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